Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[thatched]

[What is he, Ace? But since Thatch's hair is tied back for the occasion, he headbutts it back and regrets it about the same amount]

Plenty of pirates are a pain in the ass. Or are you just mad because he's a pain in yours specifically?

[all the double-entendre which he can't resist but which you will likely deadpan at him for anyway]

[fierybluebird]

[Rubs his head. Ow.]

Aye. He wishes to be more. Maybe that's why.

And he purposely tries to find ways to be annoying. Who does that?

[Oops he dropped that ball. Eh. He'll wait for the sparkles to go away first.]

[thatched]

[he does for one. But that's entirely different. Who really know Red-hair's game? Half the time, Thatch wasn't so sure he had a game. Perhaps he just floated recklessly along the sea with no particular aim and drove everyone crazy who wanted to figure him out.]

Maybe he'll turn up and you can ask.

[honestly he just wants to see the feathers fly]

[fierybluebird]

Don't even suggest that!

[thatched]

Why not? [he moves to pick up the volleyball then changes his mind and drapes an arm over Marco's shoulder from behind]

Have some hidden affections there, matey?

[fierybluebird]

If by hidden affections you mean an irresistible desire to repeatedly kick him in the head, then aye. All the affections in the world.

[thatched]

Aye I get it. [kisses his cheek and then gets the ball to bounce off the top of his head] Let's talk about something else.

[fierybluebird]

[Rests his arms behind his head, volleyball is now forgotten.] Like what?

[They are grade-school girls at a slumber party.]